It was a quiet autumn afternoon when Y/N walked into the small café by the corner of the street. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and soft music played in the background. Y/N had just planned to grab a drink and maybe read a book, but fate had something else in mind. At the counter stood Luca, a boy with kind brown eyes and a smile that seemed to light up the entire room. He was struggling with his order, nervously tapping his fingers against the counter as if he couldn’t decide what to get. Y/N chuckled softly, and without thinking, spoke up: “Try the caramel latte. It’s the best one here.” Luca turned around, a little surprised, and when his eyes met Y/N’s, something inside him shifted. His lips curved into a shy smile. “Thanks… I guess I’ll trust you on that,” he said, ordering the drink.